meelee

I can't wait for my life. It's so close i can almost taste it.

Listening to mixtapes made by your ex. It feels like cheating.

I'm unsure of situations which i seem to get myself tangled in. Why do i put up with the things which really piss me off, and the things i'm not comfortable with? Why am i always so scared of possibly inducing a bit of conflict once in a while? I sit, and i stew over things in my head, and i always get to the same conclusion of 'if i leave it, it'll be fine'. But. It's killing me, sitting around waiting for things to happen. I'd pass anything, and still come sprinting back. And they know it. Fuckers. I'd run rings, and be wrapped so very tightly around little fingers, and not even struggle.

I feel hurt. I feel rejected.

I like kicking back and diddling about by myself. I like friends who i don't feel obliged to have to see for months, but who i relish the company of when we meet. It's easy that way.

I can't cope with intense people. I can't stand drama. I hate constant intense drama. Drama after drama. I see drama on the horizon, and i don't like it. I'm afraid of it. I could easily prevent it.

Jealousy will be the death of me.

I feel trapped all over again.